Married With Children was about the trashiest sitcom in history. It put the Fox Network broadcast network into straight competition with the three giants, but Fox always HATED it. Everybody on New York was deeply embarrassed by the attacks they ran into at New York cocktail parties.

But I noticed that highly intelligent people tended to LOVE the thing. Then I realized they loved it for the same reason I did. MWC was SO trashy that they could say almost anything they wanted to. One simply could not be taken seriously if he denounced MWC as Social Commentary.

One of the two inventors of MWC was black. When MWC was cancelled, he said, accurately, “There is just no room for politically incorrect working class humor on the networks.”

He then took the millions he had earned on it and retired.

Whenever they had a black guest star on MWC, the Bundies would call him every other black star besides the one he was. They all looked alike to other Bundies.

MWC got away with saying things everybody was aching to say but couldn’t. Once Peggy was playing Death talked about the time she took Lincoln when he died: “All he said when I came for him was, ‘OK, OK, I WON’T free them.”

But my favorite exchange was on the Bundy spin-off, “Unhappily Ever After.” The kids there were talking about what words really meant.

“The boy said, “Like ‘exotic.'”

The girl replied, “Yeah. It just means ‘ugly.'” Every hideous looking product of an interracial coupling is called “exotically beautiful,” but NOBODY is allowed to SAY that.

Once Peg was putting Al down again, as if he could be put down any farther:

“I don’t know. I kiss you and I kiss you and you’re still a frog.”

Everybody searches for Hidden Meanings in Emily Dickinson and so forth, but this sort of observation is left unnoticed. What really hits the funny bone here is that “kissing the frog” is the basis of what we suffer through every day. We have a bunch of loud-mouthed blacks making monkey motions and reciting what in a white person would be denounced as the lowest form of doggerel, but when a moron-IQ black does it, it becomes The Art of Rap.

No one dares to call it doggerel and monkey-motions because that is OBVIOUSLY what it is. The first requirement at a New York cocktail is not to even THINK about words like “ugly” or “doggerel.” Above all things, you must not call a frog a frog. You must kiss it and insist that it not only will become a Prince, it IS a Prince.

So you cannot be against interracial breeding because the children will be UGLY. You have to be interested in the “love” between the parents and totally ignore the fact that, after you get through kissing the resulting frogs, those frogs will have to live their entire lives, and their children will live their entire lives, being UGLY.